Demon Games

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Tendrils of smoke lightly lifted in the air around Kain. Darkness enclosed him, save the glowing tip of his cigarette between his fingers. He had lied to her to get her to go to sleep. Demons never slept, unless it was absolutely necessary. There were too many things lurking in the darkness to sleep. He watched television for a while but quickly grew bored of human dramas and news. Things that were so stupid were so incredibly important to humans. Things like marriage, love, betrayal, such small menial things. He took to exploring his surroundings. She was so neat, so organized with all her belongings. It seemed that everything had a place, and everything was in that designated area, permanent, constant, never to change. It was almost quaint, almost a place feeling of warmth and love, save the absolute absence of them. He wondered why people were so put off by her. Humans were very attuned to danger, more so than they realized. She had to be something more than just a gate, something larger for humans to be so fearful of. Even her own parents distanced themselves from her, despite the fact that she is their daughter. He ran his fingers along the table near the door, where he had burned the charm before. He was glad to be rid of it; its presence had continued to be an annoyance until he had destroyed it. Mail sat in a neat pile near an empty vase. He thumbed through them, careful not to disturb their order. All were pieces of junk, ads to purchase meaningless products. A few were credit card applications with pre-approved written across them. No magazines, no letters, nothing that would hint at even a minor human companion.
He left the mail as he had found it; he couldn’t leave any incriminating evidence behind, since he was supposed to be asleep on the couch. He went to her kitchen next and took inventory of all her things. She was just as organized, just as tedious with her belongings. Things were a little bare; however, she lacked a lot of necessary things. She didn’t have any eggs, and was low on milk. By the look of her trash it seemed she survived on take out and fast food. He smiled, she didn’t look the type, she was too skinny to be a dine out. His mind returned to her pressed against his body, her frame stiff and shaking as he shielded her from hell. She was so small, so slender. He closed the refrigerator and walked back to her room. A chair rested in the corner, covered in darkness as though it was there just for him all along. The room was warm from her sleep, her body radiating under the covers. He wondered if she was too warm, but dared not touch her. He couldn’t be caught in a lie, he wouldn’t wake her. He couldn’t see her face, but he could see the slight and steady rise of the blankets as she breathed, her hair spilling out about her across the lumps and folds of the sheets and pillow. She was so simply human, and he was going to bind himself to her. It was a simple act really, a blood bond that required little effort from both parties. It would allow him to keep track of her better rather than just keeping her in eye shot, and she would be able to call to him without using her voice. Kain's golden gaze lifted to the window, the sky was growing light.

**

Lyra sighed and rolled over under her covers. Even before consciousness reached her she could smell the tobacco around her as the sunlight touched her skin.

"Did you sleep well?"

His voice pulled her awake, it was low, soft but somehow masculine; it sent chills down her spine.

"It was fine. How was the couch?"

She pulled the covers away from her face, her tired gaze finding him seated in her chair as though he had been there for years. A cigarette rested between his fingers as he lifted it to his lips and took a drag.

"It suited me fine. But I would prefer a bed."

Lyra smiled and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Right. I'll just sleep on the couch."

Kain rose from the chair smoothly, moving to her side as he crushed his cigarette in his palm. Lyra winced as his skin sizzled but he acted as though he didn't feel it.

"Come with me."

He threw her covers away as she stood and he led her to the kitchen. His authority, the urgency she felt radiating from him worried her, as did the exhaustion she felt, as though she really had sent all the souls the day before. She watched him as he went to her knife drawer as though he had always lived in her house and pulled out a large steak knife. Lyra tried to step away, but his hand took her wrist in his iron grasp and slid the steel against her skin.

"Just a small price to pay Lyra, don't be afraid."

She stared at him as his gaze freed her eyes, allowing her to watch him. His once tight grasp became light as his fingers caressed her wrist. In one quick motion he cut her veins as she let out a small sound of pain. His eyes flicked to hers as he inhaled her coppery perfume, his wrist lifting to his own lips, which soon were red with blood. She watched him in amazement as he pressed their skin together, sliding wetly against one another with blood. She had almost expected some sort of spark, or a jolt, or something. She felt nothing but Kain seemed satisfied.

"What was that about?"

Lyra's voice was frozen in her throat, her mouth left agape as he lifted her wrist to his lips, his tongue sliding over her skin as he cleaned away the mess. She felt a burning sensation then that mixed beautifully with pleasure as her spine tingled. Kain only smiled.

"It's a blood bond. So I can keep an eye on you."

Lyra reminded herself to breathe, his smile, his hands, his lips, he had her captured like a frightened bird. She pulled herself from the abyss she found herself in. He was guarding her so he could start a war, so he could fight with his father, and so she could be a thing of entertainment for a while. She had to remind herself that her clock was ticking and more likely than not she would die by his hand.

"Clean yourself before you make a mess."

She tried to pull her wrist away but his grip became iron again, hopelessly attached to her. She gasped as he jerked her close to him as he inhaled her scent, his face only inches from hers.

"You can put on a strong face Lyra, but I can hear your heartbeat from here."

Heat rose to her cheeks as he smiled, whatever game he was playing with her he was winning.

"Let me go."

His fingers loosened as she slid free of his grip and placed several feet between them. She ran a thumb over where the cut was made and had to glance down to be sure she felt right. A pale scar was all that was left, no blood, not even a scab, just a scar. She glanced up at him as he lit his cigarette, took a drag, and took it between his fingers gracefully.

"Demon saliva, very useful."

In three strides she found herself before him again, her hand reaching up and taking away his cigarette to throw it in the sink.

"Quit smoking those. It's disgusting."

For a split moment she thought she had made him angry, the way he was looking at her. But then she found herself encased by his arms, his chest against her cheek as he spoke lightly in her ear.

"Have I done something wrong?"

Lyra's brow furrowed, despite her feelings she wanted nothing more than to stay where she was.

"I don't know…you confuse me."

She felt him sigh against her hair as he heart beat against her ear once more.

"I’m sorry, please forgive me."

She smiled, unable to find her furry.

"You sound stupid. A demon begging for forgiveness."

She felt him tense before she felt the fear herself. But she wasn't afraid; this was a new feeling, as though she was being pressed upon by another person. Kain's once soft voice turned low.

"Be strong, the enemy approaches."

She didn't have time to ask her questions before a foreign voice reached her.

"Brother, here I come to hunt you down and I find you embracing a human. And a girl at that! My my what a busy brother I have!"

Kain’s voice was more a growl as he clutched her, much like he had in hell. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as he spoke.

“Leave Damion, before I scar that pretty face.”

Lyra glanced at the source of the voice from the corner of her eye as Kain pressed her to him. The man chuckled at his threat, a wide smile breaking his beautiful face. His blonde hair was incredibly long down his back and his eyes were as golden as Kain's. She gasped as she saw a small red heart, tattooed just under his left eye. He smiled at her reaction.

“Don’t be alarmed, we all have our marks. Has Kain not showed you his yet? Oh well my dear, by the way he is holding you I’m sure you’ll see it soon.”

Lyra blushed as her mind raced for the possible places his mark could be. Kain only growled low in his throat.

“If you are here to do father’s bidding then I’ll kill you, if not then say why you’re here before I rip out your throat. You never just drop by, you must have a reason.”

Damion smiled and moved around them, his gaze falling to the floor as Kain snarled at him, his fingers clutching her hair almost painfully.

“Father told me you’ve fallen, to be honest I didn’t believe him. He sent me to kill you, but by the looks of things I don’t think I will. This is such an interesting development for you.”

Kain relaxed a little and allowed her room to breathe, despite the intense feeling of unease rolling off him. Damion watched her carefully as she moved. She had a feeling he was testing her, as she stayed close to Kain’s side, her fingers finding his shirtsleeve as she stood a little behind his shoulder. Damion smiled and slowly approached her.

“It seems you weren’t the only one to develop an attachment in this little messed up picture. You created a blood bond with a mortal, and a child of heaven at that!”

Lyra furrowed her brow as his fingers teased her long hair.

“No I’m not. I can’t be.”

Damion’s playfulness vanished as his fingers caressed her cheek.

“Oh but you are my dear, so deliciously a part of heaven.”

Lyra gasped as Kain’s hand moved before her face, so fast it was only a blur. A loud snap removed Damion’s fingers from her skin as he winced. Lyra’s gaze fell to Kain’s fingers, wrapped tightly around Damion’s forearm, the bones bent strangely as his hand drooped.

“So possessive brother.”

Kain’s fingers released him as Damion popped his bones into place, a lump forming in Lyra's stomach at the sound.

"Don't touch what doesn't belong to you."

Damion smiled, his good nature returning to him.

"She cast her spell on me, I couldn’t help it."

Lyra glanced at Kain as he finally relaxed. Calm flooded her as well as she decided he was all right to trust.

"Lyra, do you mind giving us a moment?"

She let her fingers loose his shirtsleeve as she glanced at Damion. He smiled at her reassuringly as she turned to give them space. She felt like watching television anyway.

**

Kain sighed when Lyra was out of earshot and closed his eyes, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as Damion pulled out a cigarette.

"Father will be angry when I don't report tonight."

Kain wasn't in the mood to worry about their father. He was surely angry as it was, his golden child off with a human somewhere in the mortal world trying to start a war.

"I don't give a shit what father thinks. Give me a smoke, Lyra tossed my last one."

Damion lit a second cigarette and handed it to Kain who took a long drag from it. His brother wasn't one for stress it didn't suit him.

"What are you doing Kain? This isn't like you."

Kain sighed, smoke flowing past his lips as he exhaled and stared off into space. He leaned against the counter, thankful for a cigarette and clearly worn.

"She's valuable to them. Father doesn't have the balls to call them out but I do. It would be so easy to dismantle them, why doesn't he see this?"

Damion sighed and leaned next to him, his gaze finding the white ceiling.

"He could, but the problem is what will happen without a heaven? No one knows. It could be the end of everything if we break their kingdom to pieces. And what would become of your little angel in there?"

Kain's fingers took the cigarette from his lips as he gazed off in the direction she went. He could feel her, she wasn't listening to them.

"Is that what she smells like? I honestly don't know brother."

Damion nodded and walked around the counter to grab an orange from a fruit bowl and began to peel it.

"You're too young to know yet, she reeks of the clouds. But she's mortal. I wonder if she's fallen."

Kain smiled as the scent of the orange penetrated his nose. He despised the fruit.

"It makes no difference. She's mine now and no one else can have her."

Damion tested his wounded arm and winced at the pain, but it was healing quickly and would be fine in a few hours.

"You made that clear. What do you plan to do with her?"

Kain took a long drag from his cigarette, his head falling back as he blew the smoke into the air.

"I'm not sure yet. Damion, I like this, I like what we're doing right now. I like being away from father and doing his little chores he has no time for. I like being away from Drake and Cyrus. I like the way she smells, the way she sleeps, the way she keeps all her things. I watched her sleep last night Damion, I wanted to devour her. What's wrong with me?"

Damion rested his arm about his shoulders, the half eaten orange hanging lazily from his palm.

"My dear brother, I thought I would never see the day. You feel it and yet you can't put a name to it. I do think you're in love."



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